Trvial, but not in pursuit.

My head is a mess, and I have no where to go.
Playing trivial on an out of date topic,
Trying to figure out which fib to tell you today.
I feel you are too lamentable, too bothersome.
I feel played, and I feel overwhelmed today;
I'll sit back and watch you suffer just a little more;
Deceptions fill the air tonight, and infidelities stick--
To my lips they will speak a foreign sonnet,
One you will sure play a hardy role in.
Let me start the first line, and you can drop the next:


Remember to breathe, it'll be lost soon enough;
Take a clean look around, you're going down:
I'm putting you in your place, bringing you down a noch.

Take your best shot, darling, it'll be your last.

Reviews

[Legion]

"Remember to breathe, it'll be lost soon enough;" priceless line. Perfectly initiated. The whole poem is an interest in enough is enough. Good write.

[thecoolone52]

ohhh looks like someones gona get reamed out or did get reamed out in this poem...... you know its kinda likea break up poem... but i enjoyed it... it had a few creative touches that made it orginal... nice work